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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>With sunny clear skies, a pleasent temprature, and only light winds, an expedition up into the mountains were planned to explore deeper into the pyramid that had popped almost out of nowhere. Before, adventures had found their way down into the altar room, but no deeper. After ensuring the traps were cleared up until there, the spirit? Goddess? It was hard to tell what she was, but Ixchel had welcomed all those who wished to share in her power to come and make their offerings. Times were good for the supernatural, but she had hinted at there being even more in her temple to be found. And with the promise of such, Nichole from New Dawn, and Robert from Zephyr had looked for a small bad willing to brave whatever they may find below. It was simple to get down to the alter room once more, in the massive structure, but finding what was beyond would be a daunting task...<br> <br>As usual Nekura is here almost solely because she's bored and left Ebony to deal with the customers at the Red Court for the evening. As much fun as it might hae been to bring her along after the last time they went out she couldn't help thinking this might not be quite so easy to sex their way through as the prime huskies were.<br> <br>Loooking no worse for the climb up the mountain, Love tucks her wings about her shoulders like a cloak, stroking the tips and cleaning off the claw-fingers while she checks her equipment and gear. Her combat armor and segmented boots flex as she takes in the area with a knowing gaze, nodding respectfully to the statue and whispering a blessing while making sure she's ready for the task ahead. Moving slowly closer, she smiles fondly at the crone, purring gently in her throat before turning to survey the room. "Hello there, did you come for the mission, or to make an offering?"<br> <br>A light tapping is heard a minute or two later, the pale skinned human Anbessa glancing about to each piece of pottery that layed about this room as he stepped carefully into the room. He dared not touch anything since his last experience with a possibly Mayan sort, but it is not like that is his focus this time. Seems now there is business here of a different sort. Though the pair already in the room do get a surprised look from the silver eyed human, the man opts to just crossing his arms and keeping his thoughts on what lay about the room while he awaits the rest to come... Though after observing Loveblade, it would probably best to show respect here, bowing his head towards the statue after a momentary pause to let his arms return to his sides.<br> <br>Niles enters the room to the sounds of his feet and the bamboo cane striking the ground. He peers around the room unimpressedly before setting eyes on the other occupants. He gives a raise of his hat and a polite bob of his head. "Hello all." He says before setting the hat back on his head. He brushes some dust off his suit jacket before raising an eyebrow at the room in general. He gives a particularly skeptical glance at the statue before shrugging and wandering around the room humming to himself as he looks around.<br> <br>On the other hand, there's someone like Aliasi. She used to be a Promethean, until she went on her own weird tangent; a religious dispute, is how she usually puts it. She actually makes her *home* on an island of giant monsters, and she's certainly a representative. Still, when she volunteered, she's had a good reputation for work, and she is, quite obviously, good at being the 'muscle'. When the group approached the temple, she shifted her legs into a thick, boa-constrictor like serpentine form so she could crawl through the hallways more easily, and took up the rear. She squeezes her upper torso into the room, then brings more of her lengthy body in, looking around with... well, obvious reverence.<br> <br>Entering with a blush on her face is a fat wolfess with an udder sporting a large pregnant dome on her belly. She walks on her two legs and waves to the others with a shy smile. "I'm not normally like this!" she says as she takes her place in the group. Looking around she stares on awe at the various objects, notably the statue and wonders to herself about what all these are about.<br> <br>Snacking on a chocolate bar, a Shadow Dragon enters into the altar room. A light from a headlamp attached around his stetson shines brightly with a yellowish-white glow. On his back, he has on a holster strap a large metal shield slung over his trenchcoat. As for the rest of his attire, he wears a white undershirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. He looks to see the rest of the people in the room. The man waves. "Howdy there ladies, gents, and in-the-middles. I heard that there was an adventure to be had. I can't say no to adventure."<br> <br>The altar room itself seems mostly unassuming, and there are no, at a glance, doors other than the one leading back up to the top and out of the pyramid. There are statues about, lining the walls, in the shape of jaguars... well jaguar men. Other than that, and the extremely old looking sword clubs, there doesn't appear to be anything defining this from any other dedication site.<br> <br>Nekura goes poking around at a few of the various things in the room before she winds up examining the closest of the statues. Hidden passages are always activated by groping them, right? <br> <br>Niles clacks his cane on the ground and smiles grandly at the asembled group. "Well, here we are in this-this," He looks around, his smile dropping at the shabiness of the ruins. "place." He finishes lamely. The smile comes back and twirls his cane to point it upward. "I'm sure that we shall leave here marginally richer." He clacks the cane back on the floor. "Now, what are we looking for exactly?"<br> <br>Loveblade opens up her side-pouch and removes a mixed strip of grenades, quickly snapping three into place on each side of her belt while visually examining the pottery, especially the shattered pieces for clues. Her nose twitches, as do her ears. "It's a pleasure to meet everyone..whoah!" pausing as the giant snake-tailed creature makes its way through, she laughs for a second and then frowns "Careful in here! You're going to knock things over an crowd us to the wall in a moment. Can you take a smaller form? Something that won't hit any of the triggers a place like this might have?" she moves her massive wing out to the side, trying to protect the altar from damage. "People would have to get out of your way, that's a bit of a liability in here." |
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| + | Taking a second to nod to Anbessa, her lips curve into a sultry grin before she just barely nods, keeping a leg back for guard balance. <br> <br>Anbessa looks about the others who come on into the place, his left eye taking a moment to glow a sickly green before it recedes. "Well, glad we have many factions working together on this..." The human does stall to stare up at Aliasi in momentary bewilderment before he shakes his head, speaking up a short 'Sorry.' to her for his staring. His attention returns to the task at hand, and he steps forward towards the pottery that lay about the place. Looking between a few of them, he speaks out loud after his short inspection. "Whoever made these pots really like the moon..." Anbessa says, pointing to the sets of pots, them sporting different phases of the moon. "Maybe someone just liked night time?" He quips, chuckling and shaking his head before returning to looking about. | ||
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4/7/2015
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With sunny clear skies, a pleasent temprature, and only light winds, an expedition up into the mountains were planned to explore deeper into the pyramid that had popped almost out of nowhere. Before, adventures had found their way down into the altar room, but no deeper. After ensuring the traps were cleared up until there, the spirit? Goddess? It was hard to tell what she was, but Ixchel had welcomed all those who wished to share in her power to come and make their offerings. Times were good for the supernatural, but she had hinted at there being even more in her temple to be found. And with the promise of such, Nichole from New Dawn, and Robert from Zephyr had looked for a small bad willing to brave whatever they may find below. It was simple to get down to the alter room once more, in the massive structure, but finding what was beyond would be a daunting task...
As usual Nekura is here almost solely because she's bored and left Ebony to deal with the customers at the Red Court for the evening. As much fun as it might hae been to bring her along after the last time they went out she couldn't help thinking this might not be quite so easy to sex their way through as the prime huskies were.
Loooking no worse for the climb up the mountain, Love tucks her wings about her shoulders like a cloak, stroking the tips and cleaning off the claw-fingers while she checks her equipment and gear. Her combat armor and segmented boots flex as she takes in the area with a knowing gaze, nodding respectfully to the statue and whispering a blessing while making sure she's ready for the task ahead. Moving slowly closer, she smiles fondly at the crone, purring gently in her throat before turning to survey the room. "Hello there, did you come for the mission, or to make an offering?"
A light tapping is heard a minute or two later, the pale skinned human Anbessa glancing about to each piece of pottery that layed about this room as he stepped carefully into the room. He dared not touch anything since his last experience with a possibly Mayan sort, but it is not like that is his focus this time. Seems now there is business here of a different sort. Though the pair already in the room do get a surprised look from the silver eyed human, the man opts to just crossing his arms and keeping his thoughts on what lay about the room while he awaits the rest to come... Though after observing Loveblade, it would probably best to show respect here, bowing his head towards the statue after a momentary pause to let his arms return to his sides.
Niles enters the room to the sounds of his feet and the bamboo cane striking the ground. He peers around the room unimpressedly before setting eyes on the other occupants. He gives a raise of his hat and a polite bob of his head. "Hello all." He says before setting the hat back on his head. He brushes some dust off his suit jacket before raising an eyebrow at the room in general. He gives a particularly skeptical glance at the statue before shrugging and wandering around the room humming to himself as he looks around.
On the other hand, there's someone like Aliasi. She used to be a Promethean, until she went on her own weird tangent; a religious dispute, is how she usually puts it. She actually makes her *home* on an island of giant monsters, and she's certainly a representative. Still, when she volunteered, she's had a good reputation for work, and she is, quite obviously, good at being the 'muscle'. When the group approached the temple, she shifted her legs into a thick, boa-constrictor like serpentine form so she could crawl through the hallways more easily, and took up the rear. She squeezes her upper torso into the room, then brings more of her lengthy body in, looking around with... well, obvious reverence.
Entering with a blush on her face is a fat wolfess with an udder sporting a large pregnant dome on her belly. She walks on her two legs and waves to the others with a shy smile. "I'm not normally like this!" she says as she takes her place in the group. Looking around she stares on awe at the various objects, notably the statue and wonders to herself about what all these are about.
Snacking on a chocolate bar, a Shadow Dragon enters into the altar room. A light from a headlamp attached around his stetson shines brightly with a yellowish-white glow. On his back, he has on a holster strap a large metal shield slung over his trenchcoat. As for the rest of his attire, he wears a white undershirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. He looks to see the rest of the people in the room. The man waves. "Howdy there ladies, gents, and in-the-middles. I heard that there was an adventure to be had. I can't say no to adventure."
The altar room itself seems mostly unassuming, and there are no, at a glance, doors other than the one leading back up to the top and out of the pyramid. There are statues about, lining the walls, in the shape of jaguars... well jaguar men. Other than that, and the extremely old looking sword clubs, there doesn't appear to be anything defining this from any other dedication site.
Nekura goes poking around at a few of the various things in the room before she winds up examining the closest of the statues. Hidden passages are always activated by groping them, right?
Niles clacks his cane on the ground and smiles grandly at the asembled group. "Well, here we are in this-this," He looks around, his smile dropping at the shabiness of the ruins. "place." He finishes lamely. The smile comes back and twirls his cane to point it upward. "I'm sure that we shall leave here marginally richer." He clacks the cane back on the floor. "Now, what are we looking for exactly?"
Loveblade opens up her side-pouch and removes a mixed strip of grenades, quickly snapping three into place on each side of her belt while visually examining the pottery, especially the shattered pieces for clues. Her nose twitches, as do her ears. "It's a pleasure to meet everyone..whoah!" pausing as the giant snake-tailed creature makes its way through, she laughs for a second and then frowns "Careful in here! You're going to knock things over an crowd us to the wall in a moment. Can you take a smaller form? Something that won't hit any of the triggers a place like this might have?" she moves her massive wing out to the side, trying to protect the altar from damage. "People would have to get out of your way, that's a bit of a liability in here."
Taking a second to nod to Anbessa, her lips curve into a sultry grin before she just barely nods, keeping a leg back for guard balance.
Anbessa looks about the others who come on into the place, his left eye taking a moment to glow a sickly green before it recedes. "Well, glad we have many factions working together on this..." The human does stall to stare up at Aliasi in momentary bewilderment before he shakes his head, speaking up a short 'Sorry.' to her for his staring. His attention returns to the task at hand, and he steps forward towards the pottery that lay about the place. Looking between a few of them, he speaks out loud after his short inspection. "Whoever made these pots really like the moon..." Anbessa says, pointing to the sets of pots, them sporting different phases of the moon. "Maybe someone just liked night time?" He quips, chuckling and shaking his head before returning to looking about.
